Chapter 3

Thanks to Kenji Sato with help editing.

Tuesday morning, climbing into the cockpit. I hoped the familiar feeling of control would return, but even as I took the yoke in hand, a flash of the first moment I touched another man’s cock filled my thoughts.

Three days ago, none of these thoughts even existed in my head. Now they filled it constantly.

Why did I ever go jogging that morning?

Why did I ever stop and go back to look after passing the apparently-levitating dick?

How did I let myself get pulled into his twisted blackmail game?

Why did I not leave well enough alone, instead of trying to play detective and bring him down?

I could have been free of it, with just the bad memory of one regrettable morning. Now I was forced to be the ‘cocksucker’ for, not one, but two pervs--with no way out that wouldn’t blow up my life.

The worst part of all of it was, in those quiet moments alone, replaying those two fateful mornings in my head, my cock betrayed me--just as it did that second morning with Mark. I tell myself it wouldn’t really have mattered. He would not have really let me go. But I will never know since I failed. I could not suck his cock without getting hard myself. So, what did that say about me? Did part of me really want this?

I told them I was out of town until Thursday of next week. In reality, I would be home this Thursday and Friday. At least it bought a little time to think, and work on getting things better with Amy. I could not bring myself to make love to her after the encounters with Mark and Officer Reeves. And it had been so long since we made love before that, due to the stress of our recent move.

I somehow had to close that rift before it was too late. It was the longest dry spell in bed since we’ve been married, except for following the birth of the kids. I spoke to her mom and arranged for a surprise date night on Thursday to facilitate the make-up.

I was grateful for my pairing with my good friend, Andrew, in the co-pilot seat that morning. We kept a good conversation going, so my mind did not wander to the images that seemed to haunt me.

We ended the day with an overnight in New York and I turned in immediately, avoiding socializing at dinner. I went to bed at eight to get a good night’s rest after a mind-numbing few days. I actually had my tablet in hand battling with the perv voice Mark planted in my head, telling me to watch the video even though, I knew there was nothing in it that could exonerate me in this. It would only serve to solidify my tormentors story.

As if reading my mind, I received a text from Mark referring to me with the fake name I originally gave him.

Mark: Here is your video, Steven. Watch it and call me as soon as you are done. I have a plan for you tonight.

My heart raced and my stomach felt like I swallowed a bag of concrete. I did not want to watch, but had to know what it looked like. I hit play and there I was buck naked on my knees looking at him,

“What is it you need, Steven?” he asked, grinning.

“Can I please su-- touch your cock, a-- Mr. Thomas,” I asked, shakily.

“Yes, you can Steven, thanks for asking. I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised when you showed up this morning with your little hard-on in your tight jogging shorts. When you first solicited me to let you see my dick, I was kind of disgusted. But when you sucked my cock, it really was the best blowjob ever,” he replied, standing arrogantly with his semi-hard cock pointing at me, and my dick limp as a noodle.

I watched as I gripped his cock and began to stroke slowly. That was the moment I closed my eyes, trying to picture my gramma naked to stop from getting hard.

As I watched him telling me how good it felt, I found myself once again getting stiff right along with the two of us in the video.

“Oh yeah, Steven, get hard with me, my friend,” he said, half panting.

I watched in disbelief, at how quickly I got hard from feeling him stiffen in my hand. I yelled at myself in the video. “Why the fuck couldn’t you control your own cock, Wayne, why!”

His hips pumped as he fucked my hand. “That’s it, Steven, look how hard you make me. I can’t stop thinking about how good your mouth felt. Oh, damn, Steven stroke me! Make me as hard as you were when I rubbed you off in your shorts.”

Then I watched myself play out the *********** he forced me to follow. “You feel so warm and hard...” My cock in the video was pointed skyward, stiff as a board. “I can’t stop thinking about how your cock felt in my mouth. How you filled me completely. I needed to take it all...”

“Damn, Steven, you took me so deep, my friend. Fuck!” He gasped and grabbed my hand, making me slow down.

I cringed when I heard what I said next. “Thank you for coming in my mouth. Can I please suck your cock again? Please come in my mouth again, Mr. Thomas. I want to take it all.”

My hope that it would be obvious to someone watching, I was being forced, faded by the second.

“You are hard as rock again, Steven. That makes you my full-time bitch now, doesn’t it?” he asked, with his smug grin.

I started to beg for mercy at that point, but recalled his warning and stopped myself. “Pl-- Yes, I’m your bitch, Mr. Thomas, can I please suck you off?”

“Yes, thank you, Steven,” he said, grinning arrogantly down at me.

I continued to watch as I sucked his cock, taking more of him with each head bob, until I had all of him. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen, as my humiliation continued.

“Fuck! You’re so hungry for cock, my little bitch! Take it all, Steven, take-- it-- AH! Fuck!”

The sense of shame grew, as my cock stiffened watching my head bob frantically on his huge cock.

“Fuck my cock with that mouth, you fucking whore!” he yelled, echoing through his kitchen. “Take! My! Cum! Bitch!” he grunted, as he unloaded in my throat and mouth.

I clung to some hope that the video of him forcing me to the floor would make it clear that this was all forced, should Amy ever see it. But it became apparent, he did some editing that dashed that hope.

I watched as his hand rested on my head. “You are an obedient little bitch, Steven, thank you,” he said, panting. “Do you want to come now, Steven?”

I still can’t understand why I nodded yes. It was such a traumatizing morning. I could only think it was some kind of PTSD.

“I thought so. Jack off like the cock-sucking, little bitch you were born to be, Steven. Know what it feels like to come with a man’s cock in your mouth.”

I recalled how completely hard I was at that moment, and watched as I began to stroke myself.

“That’s it cocksucker, show me how much you love my cock in that bitch mouth.”

I cringed as I saw myself jacking off furiously while I sucked him dry. My left hand had a death grip on his ass to keep from falling over. He had a handful of hair as he slowly fucked my mouth. I would never have imagined how out of control I looked. My hand was a blur and Jets of spunk splattered everywhere. Now, I understood why there were so many droplets to clean up afterward. The video showed him further taunt me by rubbing his wet dick against my face.

“I didn’t think you could top the other day, but that was the most enthusiastic blowjob ever. And I have never seen anyone spank the monkey like that! I’m glad you’ve accepted your new role so vigorously Steven.” He said as he stepped back and pushed my head toward the floor. “Now lick up all your jizz from my floor and you can go for today. I’ll text you when I need you again.

At that point, he did his creative editing and removed the parts where he forced my head to the floor, while unleashing on my ass with a spatula.

It was apparent he did some editing, but there would be no way to show what he removed. The view switched to me on all fours licking my cum off his floor.

“Good, Steven, every drop please. Wow, you got some distance, my friend,” he taunted, then cut to another clip.

He was rubbing my ass as I cleaned my cum. “This little, red ass is mine now, Steven. And I need to hear you say it.”

“My ass is yours, Mr. Thomas.” I said compliantly.

My ass was red from the spatula assault, but there wasn’t much hope pointing that out to Amy would help in slightest, if she ever saw this.

“Good, now lick up every drop. I’m looking forward to exploring so much more with you, Steven, but you did well today, thank you.”

The video continued with him pointing out droplet after droplet, making sure I got them all before it cut off.

My heart sank when it finished. There would be no explaining any of the videos to Amy. I lay there ashamed and sick to my stomach. I could not see any way out of his trap and stared at the ceiling in a fog. My humiliation was only exacerbated by the fact my dick was half hard as I pondered.

Then a second text.

Mark: Did you like it?

I was not in the frame of mind to deal with him at all, so I ignored it. They kept coming every five minutes or so.

Mark: You need to respond Steven.

I did not respond.

Mark: Ignoring me is not an option.

Five minutes later...

Mark: This is already going to cost you.

Five minutes later...

Mark: Your Ass is mine and you will pay.

I was starting to enjoy knowing I was getting to him. Five minutes later...

Mark: Amy is probably not going to like getting your video on a Facebook message from a stranger. I know the max duty time for a commercial airline pilot is ten hours. You left early this morning, so, you’ve been on the ground for a while my friend.

He knew her name and that I’m a pilot! And Amy is not careful about screening things that come to her from unknown people.

Me: We just landed. Phone was off.

I put my uniform back on just in case. He was always one step ahead. I wanted to be ready, if he video called.

Mark: First you ghost me, then you lie. You better fucking answer this call.

A FaceTime call rang in, and I could see his face on the screen. I ran to the bathroom and backed up to a bare wall before answering. For once, I felt maybe I was one step ahead.

“What’s going on, Mark?” I asked, innocently.

“Where are you, Steven?” he asked, sternly.

I’m not sure why I thought a lie would work, but I did not want to play his game at that moment and, unfortunately, things spiraled quickly. “I told you we just landed. I’m at the airport. I just forgot to turn it off airplane mode. I’m sorry,” I said, trying to look sincere.

“Don’t fuck with me, Steven. You will regret it.”

“I’m not fucking with you, Mark, I swear.”

“When did I give you permission to call me that?”

I froze, trying to grasp what he thought I called him. Then it hit me. After Officer Reeves handed me over to him, I referred to him as Mr. Thomas.

“I’m not fucking with you, Mr. Thomas,” I said, somewhat sarcastically.

“Lies and a bad fucking attitude are gonna make your ass sting, my friend.”

My inner voice screamed. “You are not my fucking friend!” But my outer voice replied politely. “Sorry, Mr. Thomas, I did not mean to offend you, sir.”

“You need to get naked and bring up the video so we can watch it together, Steven.”

Still not ready to deal with this, I continued the lie. “I can’t Mr. Thomas, I’m at the airport.

“Pan the camera around the room, Steven.”

“Fuck!” screamed my inner voice, as I quickly panned the bathroom.

“Kinda looks like a hotel room bathroom to me.”

Why I doubled down, I don’t quite know. “It’s a pilots’ lounge bathroom. I came in here for privacy for the call...”

“Wow, they even have the little soaps and shampoos. So, I’ll stay quiet, and you can give me a quick walk through of the lounge area.”

Unfortunately, he read the panic in my eyes as he called my bluff.

“Fuck it, I’ll just watch it with Amy,” he said, as the call dropped.

“Fuck!” I screamed, and called him back.

I took off my clothes as it continued to ring. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered, in a frenzy. I pondered calling Amy if he didn’t answer, but that was pointless. What would I say...? I thought maybe I could tell her some nut has really good graphics software and put my face on someone else’s body. But she knows my body... “Fuck me!” I yelled.

“There’s the spirit, my friend.” His voice blurted from my phone and hit me with a slap back to reality.

I wriggled out of my underwear as I spoke, hoping my compliance with his command to be naked on the bed would help to calm him down.

“Thanks for answering, Mr. Thomas. I’m sorry I lied. It’s just been a long couple day and--”

“Enough, Steven!” he said sternly. “Pan down, looks like ... Okay, good boy, you may have gotten the message. The next time you lie to me, there will be no more discussion. Is that clear, Steven?”

“Yes, thank you, Mr. Thomas,” I replied, pathetically.

“Much better attitude, Steven, now pan around the room and let’s see what we’ve got.

I did as commanded.

“Good, can you access our video from your tablet?”

“No, It’s only on the phone,” I replied, without letting him know it would be easy to transfer it.

“An airline pilot will be savvy enough to copy a video from his phone to his tablet easily, so do it now, please.”

Once again, he called my bluff and I complied.

“Okay, good. Now, prop your phone against the nightstand lamp with a good view of the bed and lay on it with your tablet.”

I did as commanded, and laid on my back feet toward the camera looking at it.

“Excellent, Cocksucker. Now, I want you on all fours with your ass toward the camera, so I can see my property while we watch.”

“Please, Mar-- Mr. Thomas, stop this, please.”

“Wow, Steven...”

“My name is Wayne, and I have a wife and...”

“You are just full of yourself tonight aren’t you, Steven!” He screamed loud enough to get my attention. You gave up Wayne, the innocent family man, the second you tried to break into my house. Steven is my cock-sucking boy bitch and I own his ass. Amy can have Wayne, it’s easier that way.”

“Please leave me alone, I’m begging...”

His anger rose again. “I will not repeat myself, Steven! The only begging you will do is begging for my cock. Your punishment is already going to be severe; please don’t add to it.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Thomas, I won’t do it again...”

“Oh, I’ll make sure of that, believe me, Steven. Now, hands and knees, ass to the camera, and bring up the video on your tablet.”

I did as commanded, broken and defeated.

“There’s my ass. Move a little closer, please.” he said, calmly.

I wriggled closer and placed the tablet on the bed, with the video cued.

“Good, Steven. Now, take a few slow and steady deep breaths with me. And just focus your thoughts on how my cock feels in your mouth. Ready?”

“Yes, Mr. Thomas,” I said, practically whimpering.

“Breathe in ... And out ... Breathe in ... And out.” He continued for several breaths. “Now, are we calmer and more centered, Steven?”

“Yes, Mr. Thomas.”

“Now, as we watch together, I will tell you when to begin to stroke yourself. Okay, hit play in three, two, one...”

As the video played, he began a play-by-play narrative from his perspective and never stopped.

“Right there, when you rub my balls while jacking me off, that’s so good. A woman’s never done that, but you go the extra mile to please, Steven. Oh, and look how quick you started getting hard. You didn’t even try to stop. I knew you wanted to be my bitch the moment you touched my cock in the woods. You do know how to please, Steven.

“Fuck, I’m getting hard already and look at your little ball sack tightening, Steven. I knew you’d enjoy the video as much as I do. Wiggle your ass for me, bitch.”

I hesitated and thought about ignoring his command, but knew it would only add to my torment if he had to repeat himself.

I shook my ass, as I watched myself stroking him and then extending my tongue to lick off his pre-cum.

“You wanted my cum, Steven. The look in your eye when you licked my jizz off the tip, was truly the moment I knew you were my bitch, Steven. Oh, and look at how eagerly you took me in that slutty, little mouth of yours.

“You’re getting hard again aren’t you, Steven? Stroke yourself, Steven. Let’s all cum together with me in the video, shall we?”

Something in his voice seemed almost hypnotic as he described how it felt, and my cock was betraying me again. I did as he ordered and began stroking myself growing harder by the second.

“Damn, I love watching you fuck my cock with your mouth, Steven. That’s it, my friend, jack yourself off for me, Steven. When you cum I want you to yell out that you are coming for my cock. Got it?”

“Yes, Mr. Thomas, I understand.”

“Fuck, my friend, you really did fuck my cock with your throat. No one’s ever sucked me like that. Fuck, that felt so good.” He grunted just as he yelled out in the video.

“Your mouth is so fucking good. Fuck my cock with that hungry, fucking mouth, you horny, little cock-sucking bitch.”

“Look at your head bobbing, Steven. No wonder you made me come so quickly. Your fucking lips made it to my balls! You’re the only one that’s ever done that, Steven. Get ready, Steven, it’s coming quick!”

I felt like I was under hypnosis. I didn’t want to do this, but I couldn’t stop myself. I watched my head back up to his tip then thrust him into my throat as I stroked myself faster and faster.

“That’s it, Steven, come with me, my friend,” he panted, as he was reaching his climax on the video.

“Fuck my cock with that mouth, you fucking whore! Take! My! Cum! Bitch!” he yelled in the video.

It seemed as if I was hearing my voice coming from outside myself as I yelled out, “I’m coming for your cock, Mr. Thomas! I’m coming for your cock!” My hand jack hammered my boner as I shot my first jet of cum onto the bed. “Com--ing! Ah! For! Your! Cock!” My body jerked as a blast of cum released with each syllable.

I nearly lost my balance, but held on to my cum-coated cock, and I could hear the sloshing of my jizz on my cock while I stroked furiously.

“Oh, fuck Steven, that was awesome. Thank you, buddy,” he panted.

I struggled to stay up as I milked the climax, slowly stroking myself for every ounce of tingling pleasure.

“You’ve taken a good first step to redeeming yourself, Steven. Now put that tongue to work cleaning up your mess. Boy, I hope they washed that comforter last night, don’t you?”

I sat frozen at the thought of the news shows over the years when they put the black light to the bedding in hotel rooms.

“Do it, Steven, and we’ll talk about your punishment. Don’t make it worse.”

I licked up my jizz, as he continued his relentless harassment.

“Since you don’t get back for another nine days or so. We will repeat this exercise every night until next Tuesday. Then you can rest up until you return on Thursday to service me in person. Will the same time tomorrow work with your schedule, Steven?”

“Yes, thank you, Mr. Thomas,” I replied, adding the ‘thank you’ to hopefully soften his wrath.

“Officer Reeves will meet you at the airport and escort you to me. You, of course, will compensate him for services rendered. He is very pleased with your partnership so far.”

My mind raced with what I was hearing. Every night! Fuck! I’ll be home Thursday and Friday night! There is no way that could work. Caught in another lie!

“Well, there has been a schedule change and I will actually be getting in this Thursday morning around 6:30, Mr. Thomas,” I said, a little too nervously.

“I hope you weren’t lying to me again, Steven,” he said in a doubting tone. “I’ll have to talk to Officer Reeves, and he’ll reach out to you about the schedule change.”

There was a brief silence, as I continued to lick the comforter trying not to think about what could be on it.

“Then, we are done with our evening FaceTimes. You will, of course, need to come by here Thursday morning before going home. With such a proclivity for deception, you should have no problem explaining to sweet Amy about being delayed an hour or so.”

I thought of protesting, but realized it would be pointless.

Then his thoughts drifted to a terrifying place. “Damn that ass, I mean my ass, looks good, Steven. I wonder if that’s as good as that lying mouth of yours. We might have to explore--”

“Please, Mr. Thomas, let me suck your cock. I suck it anytime you need but please, I’m not gay--”

“Calm down, Steven!” he interrupted. “Just thinking out loud. I’ll tell you what, my friend. You lied to me and there needs to be consequences. “I’ll give you a choice, Steven. You made me wait forty-five minutes from my first text. So, you can choose the consequence Thursday. A, you can take a swat with the spatula on that ass of mine for every minute you made me wait or B, you can spread those firm little cheeks and take me like the cock hungry bitch you are.”

“A, I choose A!” I shouted.

“You don’t have to choose now, Steven, think about it and we’ll talk Thursday, my friend.”

“I choose A,” I said, emphatically.

“Calm down, my friend.” I wanted to scream at him for calling me his friend. “Get your phone and let’s inspect the bed to make sure you’ve got everything.

I thought my head might explode; I was so angry. As ordered, I picked up the phone and panned the bed.

“Closer please,” he said calmly. “That’s better, now nice and slow.”

I did not see anything I missed, but he, of course, needed to make sure I knew he was in control.

“Oh, that looks like a spot right there.”

“It’s not, Mr. Thomas, I assure--”

“Lick it, Steven!” he said harshly. “We already know you can’t be trusted. It’s too bad you’ve made it come to this.”

I did as commanded, and so it went. He made me stop four more times and lick nothing.

When I finished, he gave me a smug smile. “Thank you, Steven; see you Thursday. Officer Reeves will be in touch.”

When he hung up, I crawled under the covers trying to regain some sense of privacy. The good night’s sleep I hoped for, did not come after that. I recalled what a few swats from the giant spatula felt like. Forty-five seemed impossible, but the alternative--seemed worse.

The spatula was at least two feet long, with a solid wood handle and a head that was four inches by six inches of heavy-duty stainless steel. The next morning in the shower, I contemplated my fate. If A was the best option, it was going to be a painful Thursday. A or B could make it impossible to sit afterward.

I decided to test plan B and soaped my fingers for lubrication. I slowly wriggled my middle finger into my sphincter and was shocked by how difficult and uncomfortable it was. But compared to the spatula, the pain was much more tolerable. So, I went for two. It was more painful, but still tolerable, going very slowly. I still could not imagine his monster cock no matter how slow. Then I went for three. Again, going slowly it was bearable.

I spent the day stewing about options other than A or B. Unfortunately, the only plan-C I could come up with was begging for mercy and I knew that would be a mistake.

The overnight Wednesday was in Baltimore. When I arrived at the hotel, Officer Reeves texted.

Officer Reeves: Hey Steven, hear UR gettin in tomorrow morning. What time and where are you parked.

I responded quickly just in case he thought like Mark.

Me: Flight arrives at 6:30. Should be at my car by 7:15. Terminal C employee parking level 3 sec C. You know my car.

Officer Reeves: Looking forward to it.

I did not respond and was relieved when he didn’t continue the text exchange. After dinner, I returned to the room, and watched the video one more time, telling myself it was looking for something to use in my defense, if this ever got out. Nonetheless, my traitorous dick, responded to the images.

I turned it off and went to bed, feeling exhausted after last night’s stewing. My mind replayed the images of the ugly turn of events with Officer Reeves when he made me use my ‘skills’ as a cocksucker in exchange for his ‘mediation skills’ with Mark. The memory of feeling him come in my mouth, started my traitorous cock tingling again.

I tried to clear my mind and eventually the exhaustion caught up to me and I slept through the night.

When we reached the gates in DFW and completed our post flight checklist, my heart thumped. My mind raced, trying to come up with an out from this insane situation. This was not sustainable. Two encounters, and I already felt lucky not to have been caught. Now, I was being drawn into another rendezvous with no idea what they might do next.

Once again, faced with no options, I headed to the parking garage. As I approached my car, I did not see the police cruiser. A new barrage of thoughts rushed in.

Do I just go home? If I did, and they reached out and demanded my services, what would I tell Amy?

Do I text Mark and ask for instructions? That would just make it seem like I want this.

When I reached my car, I sat in the driver’s seat contemplating, when suddenly, Officer Reeves banged on the window with his flashlight again. I jumped nearly as high as his first fateful window knock, outside Mark’s house.

I rolled down the window.

“Good morning, sir. We’ve had some reports of soliciting taking place in the garage, this morning. Can I get you to step out of the vehicle while I ask you a few questions, sir?” he asked, with authority opening the door for me.

My eyes quickly scanned the garage, terrified one of my coworkers might be around. To my relief, I did not see any signs of movement. I stepped out of the car and tried to cut to the chase.

“Can we please just go to your car, so I can suck your dick and go on my way? Please?” I asked, pathetically.

“Mr. Stilson, you just committed a few violations with that comment alone. Please come with me,” he said, gripping my elbow and leading me away.

He led me toward the corner of the garage, where I saw the nose of his SUV in the last spot, next to the wall. When we reached his vehicle, he turned and backed his way in between the wall and his SUV, while he maintained his grip on my arm and pulled me into the corner. There, he backed against the wall standing face to face with me.

“I’ve got to tell you, Steven, the video Mark showed me of you masturbating and ‘Coming for his cock’, takes your stalking to a whole new level. He seemed very upset by it and wanted me to press charges immediately,” he said, with a hint of sarcastic hyperbole. “Don’t worry, Steven, I have once again used my mediation skills to help you out...”

My mind blocked him out as the absurdity of all of this overwhelmed me. This was only the third encounter and an inevitable sense of doom blanketed me. It was almost too predictable how this was going to go, yet I couldn’t begin to fathom my escape from the grip they had me in. Every out had the same end. Amy finding out, our inevitable demise, and the children growing up in a broken home. Not to mention the shame from family and friends, if she chose to expose me.

“ ... of course, I will need some compensation for my efforts on your behalf,” he finished, as the fog in my head cleared just in time to confirm what I already knew. I would have to service Officer Reeves first.

Next, I turned toward his car to get in the back seat...

“Where are you going, Steven?” he interrupted.

“To get in the...”

“Oh no, right here, Steven. That way we don’t mess up my vehicle and if you take care of business, you won’t get any on your nice uniform.”

“But what if someone, sees,” I protested.

“There is no line of sight from a vehicle into this corner, and no video surveillance in this corner. Besides, I can keep an eye out for you, Steven. Knees, please.”

I stuttered trying to protest and he cut me off.

“Mark was right about your obedience issues. Do I need to report this?”

“No please. Okay, okay,” I said, dropping to my knees on the concrete.

I looked up to him not knowing what to do next. He just looked at me, waiting.

A police officer stood before me, full belt and holster, with mace, a stun gun, and a .45. The last time, he removed the belt. I couldn’t imagine he wanted me to remove it for him.

“Do you want me to take off your belt? Officer Reeves?” I asked, cautiously.

“You should know never to touch an officer’s weapon. We are in a parking garage, Steven, I don’t think dropping my pants to my ankles is a good idea,” he said, and paused briefly. “Oh, I get it, you gave the full treatment last week and liked it.

Unfortunately, just the basic suck and come today, Steven. I’ll let you give me the slow and steady next time. Your lips on my balls did feel good, but the pants stay up today. Just take it out through the zipper, please. Go easy though, no accidental scrapes.”

He returned to his anticipatory stare, and I did as commanded. I unzipped his pants and reached in slowly with my right hand. The heat started the betraying tingle in my balls as I felt his flaccid cock, through the boxers. The moment I touched it, his dick began to grow, and mine along with him.